We awoke to find we were not alone in our tents; midges had got in leaving Tim with 20 love bites on his neck. Jim, having encountered midges in the past had slept with his sleeping bag firmly tied over his head. We packed up in record time and set off to escape. We then enjoyed a beautiful 20 miles, cycling north to the sea. We then headed east from the superbly named Tongue towards Thurso. The remaining miles were some of the toughest we’ve encountered during the entire trip. Despite our tired legs and minds we willed ourselves on inspired by the fantastic views and the knowledge that we were almost at our journeys end. We set up camp in Thurso only to be harassed by a couple of teenage local girls who threatened to nick our kit! (sic) They were almost as bad as the midges. Jim assumed the role of camp guard while Tim set out to hunter gather a Chinese take away. Only 20 miles to the finish tomorrow!
Words of the day: Goths (Jim), pummel (Tim)
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